Depois de uma investigação, a garota foi transferida. Trabalhamos muito duro para educar os alunos sobre os perigos e implicações do consumo de drogas. Não vamos tolerar um comportamento desse tipo”, disse um porta-voz da instituição de ensino, segundo a publicação. Os assistentes não deram queixa na polícia.

Fonte: G1

Claro que os assistentes não deram queixa na polícia, desfrutaram de um barato durante o serviço e ainda não serão presos. Fácil, não?

Marvada Maria Juana

ShockTillYouDrop is reporting, exclusively mind you (oh how exciting), on the new remake of the 80's B movie, which most of you have either forgotten or never seen, Night of the Demons.  Among the film's stars are notable D listers Shannon Elizabeth and Edward Furlong, because, well, damn it times are tough and you can't really get much street cred by casting legitimate actors for a Night of the Demons remake.  I'm especially pleased in the choice of Furlong, whose work in Pet Semetary 2 was nothing short of brilliant.

What's even better than seeing Shannon Elizabeth's bosom and Furlong's amazing performance?  How about a cameo by one of the original stars, Linnea Quigley?  Errhh...who?  Yes, we were wondering the same thing.  Apparently the producers of the film think this is something special:

"She does something familiar for the fans. It's a huge homage to the first movie," says (Adam) Gierasch, who was wowed by having her on set. "She's totally cool. We shot a lot of [behind-the-scenes] video of her reciting her lines from Night of the Demons that are going to come out sporadically online or as DVD extras."

What fans exactly, Mr. Gierasch?  Are there hordes of Night of the Demons fans in hiding somewhere?  Is "homage" really necessary to a film that was absolute horseshit in the first place?  Of course, I'm sure these "fans" will be climbing over themselves for those DVD extras with Quigley spouting her "lines" from the film like, "Do you guys have sour balls?"

Congrats goes out to Gierasch for this.  I believe the kids call it an "epic fail."

News about some shitty horror remake-->

Jogadores gays invadiram o esporte mais jogado do mundo e, adivinhe quem foi chamado de viado por uma modelo gostosona?

CRISTIAAAAANO RRRRRRRONAAAAALDO (/Galvão)
O Ryck recebeu uma proposta do Manchester e dizem que agora ele se diz prestes a aceitar, já que arrumou um partidaço.

Vão aí 2 fotos: o Rycharlison fazendo comprar e o Cristiano Ronaldo vestindo-se com estilo. Qualquer viadagem semelhança é mera coincidência.

Ui!

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It had to happen. At some point during this let's revisit every damn thing from the past time of reboots, remakes, rehashings, reanimations, re- everything, well, Seagal was bound to show back up at some point. Sort of like that problem you thought you'd cleared up. Involving penicillin.

There could be an Under Siege 3. God, we're sorry, but you actually read that correctly. When asked about a third sequel to the first two disasters, Mr. Seagal had this to say:

"I personally want it to be something more modern,” said Seagal. "In other words, I wouldn’t mind if it was about something more mystical or…maybe extraterrestrial in nature. Some real government top secrets instead of just the typical.”

An ass kicking chef is typical? Sadly, yes, in Hollywood, an ass kicking chef is quite typical.

Click the link below for the accompanying video of Seagal being questioned for a couple of minutes of really uncomfortably awkward Hollywood news.

Steven Seagal Looks Towards Outer Space For ‘Under Siege 3’ at MTV Movies Blog »

(Special thanks to Bamboozlde for the tip)

Despite my lack of cable and my lack of interest in television, I've somehow managed to see two separate reality television show episodes in which the renobs on the show sit around a table and eat sushi off of the naked body of an Asian woman. The first was on the first season of The Surreal Life, in which viewers got to watch Vince Neil drink copious amounts of Miller Lite and try to bang everyone in the house while Corey Feldman whined about the fact that no one understood his veganism or whatever. The second was on the seventh episode of From G's to Gents, a Jamie Foxx production on MTV in which some guy named Fonzworth Bentley (riiight) -- who acts as a consultant to rappers who want to start acting like they're into Lacoste sweaters and Scotch instead of Starter jackets and sizzurp -- teaches 14 clowns pretending to be gangsters how to pretend to have manners and class.

(I won't get too deep into my views on From G's to Gents here except to say that it might be the greatest show ever made. The contestants display the highest stupid asshole quotient per episode of any show I've ever seen, which is my main criterion for evaluating entertainment. I won't get too deep into my views on The Surreal Life either, except to say that it sucked. I don't want to watch famous people act like assholes because all famous people are assholes. It's only good when the person acting like the asshole is absolutely clueless and unwarranted in doing it.)

I remember back in 2003 when I witnessed a live human being being used as a plate for the first time thinking to myself, "Wow. That's really fucking offensive. And it's also really gross." But it had been a busy week, I didn't have a blog yet, and I lived in LA at the time, so it didn't seem all that egregious in comparison to, like, everything about daily life. I would have forgotten about it had I not seen it again while watching an episode of From G's to Gents with Davetavius, who deemed it "the most offensive thing" he'd ever seen. (Guess he's never seen a Max Hardcore video.)

The Wikipedia entry on the practice, known as nyotaimori  (にょたいもり - I'm learning Japanese), has some interesting things to say:

Before becoming a living sushi platter, the person is trained to lie down for hours without moving. She or he must also be able to withstand the prolonged exposure to the cold food. Body hair, including pubic hair, would also be shaved, as a display of pubic hair may be seen as a sexual act.

Before service, the individual would take a bath using a special fragrance-free soap and then finish off with a splash of cold water to cool the body down somewhat for the sushi.

In some parts of the world, in order to comply with sanitation laws, there must be a layer of plastic or other material between the sushi and the body of the woman or man. Wrapping a naked person in cling film may also be regarded as a form of fetishism.

Another variation of the human platter is the "bondage sushi bar", which can be found in some BDSM conventions and play parties in Britain and in Europe. In this variation, the individual acting as a living sushi plate is tied up to hinder movement or prevent it altogether. Nyotaimori could be considered a form of erotic humiliation.

Well, well, well. As interesting as all that is, I think whoever wrote the Wikipedia article on nyotaimori has missed part of the point. I don't doubt that there is some kind of sexual fetish that involves eating fish off a naked person. In fact, I'm pretty sure there's a sexual fetish that revolves around riding a unicycle with no seat while selling cotton candy and juggling tacos. But that isn't what's going on on these reality TV shows. It's something much less sensational, much more mainstream, and thus much more frightening. 

Here's how the whole thing went down on From G's to Gents: contestants Creepa, Shotta, Cee, E6, D Boy and T-Jones (that's right) had recently been given a lesson on table etiquette by Ted Allen (the food guy from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, because apparently only gay guys know how to behave like anything but troglodytes at the dinner table) and were sent to dinner with a few of Mr. Bentley's "business associates" to put what they'd learned into practice. The "business associates" consisted of three Japanese guys who Bentley described as being real sticklers when it came to manners at the dinner table. In reality, they were just three Japanese dudes in suits who were willing to humiliate themselves by histrionically emphasizing accents they may not have even had and by caricaturing themselves with overly stern behavior reminiscent of a bad stand-up comedian's impression of Hirohito.

Once the "G's" entered the room where they'd be eating, the Japanese dudes instructed them to sit down cross-legged around a table upon which a naked woman covered in sushi was lying prone. (I can't find a clip of it, but you can watch the episode here.)

The "G's" looked a little confused when they saw the woman, but the Japanese dudes put them at ease by telling them that eating sushi off of naked women is, like, traditional as fuck in Japan and that they should just ignore her and git ta eatin'. Obligingly, the "G's" sat down and ate, spending what might have been hours with these men, jabbering away and slobbering all over their sushi rolls, without once looking down at the human being they were using as a plate or making a single gesture in recognition of her humanity.

Needless to say, I noticed a few problems:

1. The woman wasn't Japanese. If eating sushi off of a naked women is some kind of cultural tradition in Japan, something that we ought not to balk at because "it's part of their culture" (retch), then why did they have to hire a Southeast Asian woman to fill the role of the Japanese woman who, because it's a part of her culture, should naturally be all about getting naked so a bunch of strangers could eat cold fish off of her body? Could it be that Japanese women in Los Angeles are generally better off financially than female Southeast Asian immigrants, and hence don't have to allow themselves to be used as tableware (by men too stupid to tell the difference between a Japanese and a Thai woman) in order to make a living? Or maybe the men don't give a shit about the fact that they're enjoying a "traditional Japanese meal." Maybe they don't care what color the woman is as long as they get to use her naked body like a Dixie plate. (Could it also be that Asian women don't actually have an irresistible innate craving for rice and mistreatment? I know that might come as a shock to white men everywhere, but it's nonetheless a fact.)
2. As an advanced Japan hater, I make it my business to keep abreast of all the weirdest Japanese trends and traditions. I know what hentai is, I know what bukkake means, I know about the predilection of Japanese men for schoolgirls and vending machines that dispense soiled panites, but I'd never heard of any Japanese "tradition" that included using women as tableware. I had to look into it to make sure I was right, and it turns out I was (surprise). Apparently yakuza dudes -- in addition to being into tattoos and perms -- started the practice, but now it's spread and the kinds of people who idolize gangsters and dudes with perms and a lot of tattoos. However, not only is eating sushi off of naked women not a Japanese tradition outside of the realm of the yakuza, but regular Japanese people think it's a European trend. 
3. It isn't cool to use human beings as tableware. Using the bodies of human beings like objects as a means for expressing power and status makes you a horrible human being. I don't know what else can be said about that. 
4. Sitting around a table with a naked person lying on it requires one to be constantly conscious of where one places one's gaze. It should have occurred to these dudes, if only because of their own discomfort, that if you have to avoid looking someone in the eyes, you're doing something wrong.
5. It's gross. Someone call whatever department it is in LA that gives restaurants A, B, and C ratings and give these motherfuckers a Z. 

I suppose the idea that MTV and VH1 are promoting absurd racial stereotypes and the most obscene forms of misogyny ought not to surprise me, but I can't help wondering why I Googled nyotaimori and didn't find a single blog entry or media article with a tone that could be characterized as anything but amused. Are we still human beings, or have we really been reduced to a bunch of robots fueled by porn, stupid rap songs, and Mountain Dew? I don't know what the answer is, but the fact that anyone has the ability to ignore the eyes of a naked human being lying right in front of his face while he tells stories and tosses back sake and California rolls is a fucking outrage, and the fact that we've reached the cultural nadir at which no one takes notice of something as egregious as women being used as tableware on national television during primetime is terrifying.

This place is fucked. Anyone wanna move to the Nicobar Islands with me?

SMH. . . The Kimbo Slice era came and went so fast.

Resolva seu problema de uma forma simples:

Finalmente o blog conseguiu uma notícia que abalou o mundo, ao quadrado!

Primeiro foi a estréia da nova banda da Sandy e Júnior, Nove Mil Anjos, no VMB. Apenas um comentário sobre a música tocada no show: cada um dos músicos tocou o que queria. Creio que foi uma das maiores desorganizações no meio da música. Antes de entrarem no palco, os músicos devem ter combinado de cada um tocar uma coisa diferente. Eis um pedaço da conversa:

- Vamos arrasar, meu!

- Mas o que iremos tocar?

- Ih, cara, vamos fazer qualquer coisa nos instrumentos. Eu vou ficar socando a bateria, sem nenhum sentido.

- Fechou, me parece uma grande idéia. Tenho até uma boa letra que criei na terceira série, chama-se Chuva.

- Genial!

Segundo abalo no feng-shui universal: Junior Lima está de namorada nova.

Oh, e agora quem poderá nos defender?

Mis siis toimunud on? Ega midagi väga põrutavat vist isegi mitte. Noh, koolis muidugi on olnud palju asju, rets nt ja värki. Võrreldes MHG õige retsiga oli ikka EPIC fail. Aga see oli juhtkonna, mitte abiturientide süü. Ma luban, et teen kõik, mis minu võimuses, et meie abika-aastal tuleks parem rets! Iga härmakas on seda väärt. Ahjah, üks hiljutisemaid pilte minust on ka retsilt pärit. Nautige.

Aga siis veel oli rebaste pidu, mis tähendas seda, et üksi rebane ei joonud tilkagi alkoholi. Sest ei tohtinud. Täisealised abikad aga muidugi jõid. :D Lõpuks tantsisime palju ja andsime vande ("Me ei sigi ega tee sugu ühegi hugotreffnerlasega mitte iial, me ei suhtle nendega ja vaatame neile ülalt alla, sest MEIE oleme HÄRMAKAD.") ja meist said täieõiguslikud MHG õpilased. Jepikajee! :D

Koolis on nagu ikka. Tööd ja õppida ja paha olla jnejne. Täna oli eriti rõve, pea valutas ja kõht valutas ja uni tahtis ära tappa. Füsa töö oli IMELIHTNE, kuigi abikad õpetajate päeval (ehk neljapäeval) meie kordamistundide ajal suutsid mul juhtme NII kokku ajada, et õudne hakkas. Kaarel ja Kull kahekesi seletasid mulle, et mida ja kuidas peab tegema ja ma ei saanud aru. :D Igatahes, töö oli nii kerge, et imelik hakkas lausa. Aga raudselt nüüd tuleb välja, et 3 kukub. :D Ahjaa, see on masendav, et ma saan ESIMEST KORDA ELUS inka periood 4. Nagu mida?? Ausalt, pingutama peab hakkama. Ma tegelt õppisin isegi tänaseks tööks ja puha, aga inka tunnis mul lihtsalt oli nii kehv olla, et tahaks näha lausa, mis ma sinna kokku kirjutasin.

Segadus on ikka veel. Toas ja peas ka. Toas olev segadus likvideerub pühapäeval (sest homme ma olen tööl) ja peas olev... Kes teab. :D Jumal ikka mõnitab mind kõigest väest ja Orkut ei jää ka väga maha. Aga elu irooniad on ikka masendavad. Kohati. Vahepeal on naljakas ka. :D Lihtsalt et asi väga käest ei ära lähe. Aga et siiski- miks jumal minu kallal norib?? :P

Mariliis alati vingub, et ma ei kirjuta temast, ma nüüd siis natuke kirjutan. Eelmine neljapäev (mitte eile) käisime orienteerumas tema ja Ausiniga. Jõudsin Ausini abiga otsusele, et minu kõige õigem koht oleks siiski kutsekas. Mis vasakule mõtlemisse puutub vähemalt. :D Aga jah, et Mariliis- hea valik. Ainult et need bakid ikka häirivad mind. :P

Aitab siis äkki teile? :) Ööd ja olge tulbid ja värki.

Mõnikord Sa tahaks lihtsalt karjuda ja lõhkuda; lüüa, naerda, nurra, armastada, surra, elada.

- Terminaator - Pilves selgimistega

I'm kinda excited for the upcoming basketball season, so look for more sports related posts coming soon.  In this video, former UCLA Bruin and Current Minnesota Timberwolf Kevin Love exhibits some of his trick shots.  While we don't know if it's fake or not, google his full court shots that we know are real and I wouldn't put it past him.

O alemão Bernhard Willhelm decidiu fazer umas loucuras na passarela e soltar uns bixos estranhos para desfilar. As modelos desfilaram com penteados estranhos, máscaras loucas e chapéus nonsense, além de maquiagem que lhes conferia um ar bizarro.

Agora só falta esse pessoal sair nas ruas assim.

Opa, isso já acontece.

Shock Till You Drop brings us a clip (see it here below the fold) from yet another in what seems to be a seemingly endless line of mediocre, run-of-the-mill horror films.

Haunting of Molly Hartley tells the tale of a young woman caught in the clutches of a deadly virus that causes her to grow large, unseemly spikes on her skin, while she runs for her life from a fellow wearing a Jigsaw mask, all the while, her reflection in the mirrors is trying to kill her.

Wait. No. That's not right. Ok, ok, here's the actual synopsis:

In this supernatural tale, something evil lurks just beneath the lush surfaces of a teenage girl's private school world - and it holds the rights to her very soul. Now, on the eve of her 18th birthday, Molly Hartley is about to discover the truth of just who, or what, it is she is destined to become.

What is she destined to become? Nina Hartley? Is this the long awaited prequel to the porn industry today as we know it? Perhaps she is to become Sarah Palin. That would certainly scare the shit right out of any Democrats in the audience. She shoots guns! Kills animals! Doesn't like that sort of ‘hot, but morally bankrupt sex education stuff.’ She can see Russia from her house! Worst of all, she's just like a daughter of G.W. Running amuck in our unsuspecting world, probably warmongering and causing hurricanes to run rampant along the coastline.

Or maybe she's just destined to become another doomed to fail horror movie, collecting dust on the shelf of some home-grown VHS and DVD outlet.

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EXCL: Haunting of Molly Hartley Clip!at Shock Till You Drop »

So, Cinematical brings us bad news. Very bad news. There is a 300 sequel in the works.

Well, someone finally asked a 300 alumni other than poor Gerard Butler. IESB.net caught up with director Zack Snyder, who revealed that 300 would receive the sequel treatment. Snyder did the impossible, and actually spoke to Frank Miller about it, and learned he's writing a graphic novel that takes place between Thermopylae and the Battle of Plataea which is seen at the end of the film.

Jesus, can't they leave anything alone? Our respect for Frank Miller has always been intense, however, as of late, he seems to be dropping the ball. And, of course, Snyder proved himself quite nicely with 300. Sadly, however, ‘well enough alone’ is not a phrase Hollywood understands. Not in the least.

At least it's not a reboot. Because the reboot would obviously be done by Mark Millar. “Oh, absolutely we're going to revisit 300,” Millar would say. “After The Dark Knight, we all sat around and thought about how rockin it would be to do an even darker 300. With maybe more rhinos. Also, I was thinking how righteous it would be to have Superman, like, I don't know, travel back in time, save Leonidas and finish off that prick of a Persian tyrant. Tell me that wouldn't rock? So, yeah, I plan to rewrite one of the greatest, legendary battles from that era and turn it into the greatest, most amazing comic book story ever told!” *

Zack Snyder Reveals '300' Will Be Sequelized at Cinematical »

* Millar did not, in fact, say any of that nonsense.

** Tell us that doesn't sound like him

Since then (a mere three weeks ago) the brief has been changed three times, our director has seconded her (lovely) PA onto our little team to keep an eye on us, has called us into a meeting with her so that she could tell us how rubbish our work so far had been, the team heads have openly laughed at us, the brief, our plans and the work we've done, and have now taken to popping into our meetings to tell us what to do and how to do it.

Our plan was to get the team to play a 10 minute game, matching up a bunch of seemingly random numbers with things we've done this year (to show the quantity of stuff we've done), followed by "telling a story" about how we've done it and what might come next, with short films at various points to bring it all to life.  We planned to end the session with a 3 minute film from our HR Director, saying thank you to everyone for everything they've done this year.
 
But, as of this morning, the brief changed yet another time and we now have a prescription for what we are to present ... no game because our director would hate that, rather, a "news documentary" style hour-long presentation about where we were this time last year, what we've done in 2008 and where we are likely to be this time next year. 

My personal view ... what a load of ****. I would rather stand up and kill the crowd with a powerpoint presentation than attempt to thesp it up in a futile attempt to inject some fun into what has become a big slap on the back for the director who is soon to leave the Big Company, but who wants us to make her feel great ... rather than to actually applaud the hard work of the people who did all the work.
 
And, of course ... the looming disaster that this show is becoming, WILL count towards my end of year bonus ... despite me having no control over what we do or how we do it.
 
Today is (not) a happy day ... but at least I am seeing Zuzula and J-Ro tonight ... there is light at the end of the tunnel.

With that in mind, I have a video to share with you which will be just about the cutest and most awesome thing to hit the Internet. Now, you too can see, through the magic of a Tube of Yous, 130 of the bloody things. I spelt it out in words at the top of this post in case you can't believe that number. Skip to 0:25 and witness the insane but intolerably cute sight of 130 cats leaping over each other playfully, like some bizarre sea of fur. I keep watching it and wondering how the FUCK that woman lives with 130 cats. Does she cover herself with them and use them as a quilt? Is that like a cat canteen, before she makes them run in hamster wheels for hours on end to generate electricity to power her home? How do you collect 130 stray cats, exactly? Surely they're not fucking dumb enough to see a room filled with 129 other imprisoned felines and think it's normal? That mad old lady has the trust of 130 fucking animals, when I barely have the trust of two or three people. The mind boggles.

Also, while I'm linking to shit, if you didn't go and read MNFTIU.cc yesterday when I told you to then you should kill yourself. It has one recurring joke, which is repeating a certain phrase over and over again ad nauseam, and usually that's a death knell of comedy, but I defy you to read all the Friday Face Off posts on the blog and not still find "FRIDAY FACE OFFS!" somehow amusing. Every damn time.

So, Cinema Blend has posted the video for the new Bond film. Jack White and Alicia Keys's ‘Another Way to Die.’

Frankly, can't say it's all that impressive. Sure, it's bombastic, has the elements layered within that make a Bond Theme. However, it just sounds like one would expect it to sound. White's dirty, muddied guitars, horns here and there to spice it up (perhaps) and Alicia Keys's talented, but more or less predictable vocals.

At least the two are fans of one another. From Rolling Stone:

"I like that she sneaks odd-sounding things into pop music that shouldn't be there," says White. Adds Keys, "I love Jack and the White Stripes, the rawness of their style. 'Seven Nation Army' obviously is crazy. And 'Icky Thump' — the intro to that is off the chain."

Of course, no one can place all the blame on White and Keys for producing a mediocre title for a blockbuster film. Mediocre is the new orange.

Watch the Quantum Of Solace Music Video at Cinema Blend »

It seems like everyone is trying to cash-in on the Batman craze these days.  The Dark Knight is set for a re-release early next year to add even more money to the already overinflated $500+ million gross.  There are talks about turning Superman "dark" in a reboot.  Now, SplashPage is reporting that everyone's favorite red and green tight-wearing Bat sidekick, Robin, may be getting his own series a la Smallville.

So what's worse than seeing Dick (DJ as he's being called in this series) Grayson running around in that idiotic red and green costume and gallivanting around with Batman in homoerotic fashion?  How about seeing him before he became the Robin we've all come to hate?  This series, which will be featured on the already horrible CW channel, will be called The Graysons and will apparently follow a young D.J. as he deals with normal everyday stuff that teenagers deal with like not getting laid and flying around on a trapeze.

I can't, for the life of me, understand how anyone could possibly think this would be not just a good idea, but a marketable one.  Robin has always been the antithesis of Batman.  He's the dirty little secret that Batman fans want to completely erase from their memories.  Hell, Christopher Nolan and Christian Bale have both been adamant about how the introduction of Robin would ruin the atmosphere that makes the new Batman films so great.  I understand that this will have nothing to do with the films, but the obvious idea here is to draw in those fans who flocked to the theaters to see The Dark Knight.  Only most of those fans hate the idea of Robin and have always hated it.  I guess the draw here is the Smallville crowd but that show works because Clark has superpowers and has to learn to deal with those powers.  What will be the theme behind The Graysons?  "D.J.'s" learning to deal with his burgeoning homosexuality?  Please, CW execs, we know you're complete morons, but come on?  What the hell are you guys thinking?

Robin getting his own TV series-->

I heard something today about some kind of "U.S. economic crisis" supposedly based on some kind of "bailout" or something.  Then I read an article on SlashFilm.com and realized what true apocalyptic doom was really all about.  Dear merciful God in heaven...or elder gods...or whatever is out there, we pray to you in all your glory that you will step in and stop this insanity before it really begins.  That's right, people...Madonna is directing a movie.  Pull out your rosaries, say a hundred hail Mary's and get ready to kiss your ass goodbye because the only thing that can explain this is certain doom on the scale of Armageddon.  Oh...but that's not really the worst part of all of this.

I suppose this is some kind of attempt at...well we don't really know what in the hell this is supposed to be.  SlashFilm is pointing out that it's a "BritFlick" which is one of those lovely word combinations that we abhor (like "RomCom").  Whatever in the hell it is, it's scary.  Think of the combination of a piss poor Borat impersonation and Madonna's "Like a Virgin" music video.  Uhh...yeah.  Check the trailer for yourself.

Madonna is directing a movie?!-->

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]]> http://seculoxiv.wordpress.com/?p=176 Wed, 01 Oct 2008 00:39:43 +0000 Rafael http://seculoxiv.el.wordpress.com/2008/10/01/as-criticas-nos-fortalece-mais/

Acredito que o português também não. Ah, a reforma ortogáfica está realmente abalando a cabeça de muitos. Toda essa retirada de acentos diferenciais e trema acabou por deixar as pessoas meio estressadas; acredito que será muito difícil se adaptar à nova norma, porém tentemos.

Se a crítica não abala, a concordância poderia. Analisemos a frase: "As críticas só nos fortalece mais", produzida por um fã não identificado, com base na regra geral da língua portuguesa:

Regra geral:

Estudar a concordância verbal é, basicamente, estudar o sujeito, pois é com este que o verbo concorda. Se o sujeito estiver no singular, o verbo também o estará; se o sujeito estiver no plural, o mesmo acontece com o verbo. Então, para saber se o verbo deve ficar no singular ou no plural, deve-se procurar o sujeito, perguntando ao verbo Que(m) é que pratica ou sofre a ação? ou Que(m) é que possui a qualidade? A resposta indicará como o verbo deverá ficar.

Por exemplo, a frase As instalações da empresa são precárias tem como sujeito “as instalações da empresa”, cujo núcleo é a palavra instalações, pois elas é que são precárias, e não a empresa; por isso o verbo fica no plural.
Até aí tudo bem. O problema surge, quando um fã se estressa com a opinião alheia e o sangue sobe.

Um velho amigo meu, professor Pasquale, mandou um grande abraço!

Beijos, me liga!

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Although we were ridiculously over-dressed, a friend an i decided to keep drinking hang out after the awards banquet.  Considering options, we agreed on a local watering hole - known for being friendly, rowdy, and on a Thursday night, full of twenty-something party dawgs.  Undeterred, we arrived - me in a cocktail dress, and him looking edible in a tux.

Other than a little flirty chatter about my outfit with the doorman, i'm pretty sure no one batted an eye when we arrived.  Snagged a gin and tonic and a table, while my "date"* was chatted up by a young lovely at the bar who insisted on buying him a beer.  Sheesh.  i had to buy my own...

Taking in the "scene", i noted packs of youngish "ruffian" boys - perhaps drinking after a Thursday night softball game.  College-aged girls - decked out in party gear, sporting muffin-tops and wearing too much make up - arriving to feast on the sweaty ruffians.  The juke box played everything from country ballads to hip hop to classic rock.  A typical night at a suburban pub.

Completely out of place - at the end of the bar - sat a middle-aged man.  Wavy gray pompadour, glued into shape and polished to a soft glow.  Suspenders.  Dress slacks - a bit on the short side - with light colored socks and loafers.  Thick glasses.  Drinking what appeared to be ice water from a red plastic tumbler.  On the bar in front of him was a "day planner" or notebook.  At nearly 10 pm on a Thursday night, he just didn't seem to fit...

With Pretty Boy being chatted up by a starry-eyed brunette at the bar, my character study was disrupted by new arrivals.  Two young women arrived.  One wearing a shiny metallic blue bicycle helmet.  She was sort of plain, but cute and animated in her conversation with the doorman.  With much flapping and gesticulating, while her silent friend watched eagerly, the doorman finally waved her inside...  As she walked by, i noticed she was carrying a unicycle**.  The bar is on a four lane commercial highway.  Riding a unicycle to get there?  At night?

As she met up with some of the ruffians, a few of them playfully pounded her on the helmet, and after a couple minutes, she returned to the door, thanked the doorman and was on her way.  With Adonis the Wonder Date now being virtually dry-humped by his gal pal, i walked to the door to inquire about the incident.

daisyfae:  Did a helmeted girl with a unicycle just walk through here?

doorman:  Yep.  Here most Thursdays...

daisyfae:  Thanks.  Just wanted to make sure someone hadn't slipped hallucinogens into my gin and tonic.

doorman:  One of the Rugby Girls. 

daisyfae:  And most certainly a virgin.  i'm sure her mother is proud...

Returning to the table, Pretty Boy was back - having missed the entire incident.  He questioned my sanity, and we went on to talk about "Old Joe" at the bar, speculating on his "Story"... Addled?  Molester?  Clueless?  Lost?  Dropping back into office-related gossip, and comparing dating horror stories, we eventually lost interest in Old Joe.

When the karaoke started a few minutes later, the first song was a Sinatra number.  None other than Old Joe, singing his heart out!  Not a horrible voice, but a little shaky...  Turns out it wasn't a calendar he had on the bar in front of him, but a CD case - he'd brought his own karaoke CDs.  Sign of a karaoke whore professional. When he finished, the Rugby Ruffians cheered him on, then went back to their ass-grabbing and beer-swilling.

The whole thing just made me smile... There's a natural rhythm to humanity sometimes.  People drop in and out, catching up with the step of the moment.  New dancers featured for a solo, then dropping back into the chorus.  But when the harmonies come together, too?  Magic...

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* Very, very pretty friend.  He looks about 30 years old, and leaves a trail of drooling girlies everywhere he goes.  Marginally oblivious to it, which makes it very fun to watch!

** No.  Not THE unicycle.  Although the girl was nearly a ringer for the cute kid that bought mine...

Well now, Spike Lee has offended someone. This is news?

While primarily telling the story of four black American soldiers who are separated from their unit, St. Anna also intersects with several Italian partisans, a resistance group that fought against both invading Nazis and Italian Fascism. The "miracle" of the title is actually a 1944 massacre committed by Nazis, and the movie suggests that some Italian partisans may have had a hand in making that happen.

James McBride, the screenwriter for Miracle at St. Anna, apologized for having offended anyone.

I am very sorry if I have offended the partisans. I have enormous respect for them. As a black American, we understand what it's like for someone to tell your history, and they are not you.

But Mr. Lee? He was having none of that nonsense.

I am not apologizing for anything. I think these questions are evidence that there is still a lot about your history during the war that you (Italians) have got to come to grips with.

In a sense, we're kind of with Lee here. The thin skin of (seemingly) the entire world has become nothing if not predictable and tiresome. Lee is, if nothing else, being honest (at least in his own mind, this is honesty). That's something we can applaud.

However, Lee seems a bit on the arrogant side with his comments. In the end, as far as we're concerned, who the hell exactly is Spike Lee to make such a broad statement about Italy? Let's get back to bickering with Clint Eastwood. It's more fun.